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Foogiano – Lightning Lyrics

Lightning Lyrics – Foogiano

(Riot) Ho
Diamonds dancin’ like Mike (Ice), nigga
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout? Glacier boy
So Icy, nigga
(SpiffoMadeIt) Ho, ho

It’s scary (What?), it’s frightening (Why?)
Diamonds on me dance, just hit like lightning (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Pulled up on your bitch, she got excited (Huh? Huh?)
Your pockets skinny, boy, they on a diet (Broke)
It’s the new 1017, he try us, it’s a riot (What?)
All these niggas hatin’ (Why?), what the fuck the issue?
Yeah, we got them magazines, no issue, we got sticks, fool (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
And that choppa spin, that .223 make you do dance moves
Brrt gang, ho nigga (Ayy, ayy)

These 1017 chains around my neck just got to fightin’
My n w choppa came with a sword, this bitch looked just like Jason Knight
Foog just told m , “Do ’em dead wrong,” I told him he was right
We caught an opp and put their layers on, shottys aired through the sight (Brrt, brrt)

Ho, it’s scary, it’s frightening (Diamonds)
Diamonds on me hittin’ like Mike Tyson (Ice), they bitin’
You try Pooh, I’ma kill you ’cause that righteous, no fightin’
I called your bitch, she said, “Foog, I ain’t gon’ fight you, come pipe me” (Damn)

This Draco up in the backpack like we campin’ (Camp), no hikin’
In the field, no spikin’ (Brrt)
In the street, play for keep, they done labeled us as the Vikings
Bitches talk when we fuck, she be lookin’ back like, “You like it?” (She know I like)
I call the slime ‘fore I see it, I really think I’m a psychic (Just like a psychic)

It’s scary (What?), it’s frightening (Why?)
Diamonds on me dance, just hit like lightning (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Pulled up on your bitch, she got excited (Huh? Huh?)
Your pockets skinny, boy, they on a diet (Broke)
It’s the new 1017, he try us, it’s a riot (What?)
All these niggas hatin’ (Why?), what the fuck the issue?
Yeah, we got them magazines, no issue, we got sticks, fool (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
And that choppa spin, that .223 make you do dance moves
Brrt gang, ho nigga (Ho)

I fill that Backwood up with bubblegum, go to the moon (Ho)
Last nigga tried me like a fuck nigga, put that nigga on the news, uh
Diamonds dancin’ on me everywhere, try to take it, gotta be a fool
Me and Pooh run with double Glock, one foul move, and he’ll boom, ho
It’s the new 1017, we ain’t goin’ for nothin’, try another gang
I’m the boss man and I make it rain, and I’m on the mud just like Kurt Cobain
Bitch, I’m blacked out like a oil change, I got diamonds dancin’ in a rope chain (Ice)
Got your ho, put her on the MARTA train, said she fuck for diamonds, she don’t like fame

It’s scary (What?), it’s frightening (Why?)
Diamonds on me dance, just hit like lightning (Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
Pulled up on your bitch, she got excited (Huh? Huh?)
Your pockets skinny, boy, they on a diet (Broke)
It’s the new 1017, he try us, it’s a riot (What?)
All these niggas hatin’ (Why?), what the fuck the issue?
Yeah, we got them magazines, no issue, we got sticks, fool (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
And that choppa spin, that .223 make you do dance moves
Brrt gang, ho nigga (Ho)